Cadence Weapon - Grim Fandango Lyrics

Skulls like crossbones, boneheads and bare limbs
A spare grim when I tear the heir apparent
Daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples
Using the useful lights that would suit his pupils
Looking at suitable samples a chance be sold
I'm not illin', killin' or chillin' on lamping cold
I'm rational even when I'm slashing your nose
They think it I'll snatch your nose quick
On a pass with show flicks
I'm just pass with flow shit
No diss like your progress, I know best
You can role a script without blown test
I notice they no this is no diss
Just showmanship on my programs
Which I had a dream in which I wished I had my hands raised
To my place in complacency at the Mainblades
Memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid
Dance devil, dance grim
Fandango fade

Yo, I come through your hood with a sick demeanor
'Cause I got thick skin like myxedema
And on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech
Princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak
This is bunker rap, punks react
Put screens when the the thunder claps
F*ck knowing I rap truth, well-versed in a ledge
Punchlines smack you gap-toothed like Percy Sledge
As the fluid movement knowing I kinda do it
If you do three life truants one translucent, I'll bust
A capillary and bust another one above that
And I'll cop one of your late records
Yes, I'm f*cking with that, I see you bumping with gats
I'm slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student
I'm the master of diss
I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks
So a star was born, now you have no ass to risk

I flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticule
I might as well keep it all alphabetical
If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats
That makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me
And if ICU and UBC then I see seein' and I see you
And I know you don't wanna twirl with bars
'Cause if you and I verse we'll end up worlds apart
I got one love for twenty-two two's with scene flow
Change the station with amazing grace, they call me "Free-throw"
It ain't foreplay for banisters to doorway
A whore say, "Play four," while I say, "Foreplay"
Damn right I f*ck fans, and I rush up live ringers
Meaning I f*ck-up fans, get punched by five fingers
Line splitters, catch D.A.K Day Tripper
A six shooter who does seven sins
To make eight figures